Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,Jack thought, with such a loathsome disposition, it would be understandable for someone to want to buy his life.,Old Jack immediately turned his head. For thirty years he had been a killer, but at this moment, he held his breath in an unusual way.。